Story a day: 9.10.16

I gush through the valley:

skitter over the sand
skim across the water
claw up the bramble of weeds and haystacks and boulders flung violently off toothy crests

to propel off the peak, into open air, whirling into the sky, thrown into endless expanses to disrupt the clouds in a ribbon cut like a bald spot in the solid puff of white.

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